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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.