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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.