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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Nico,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.