Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.