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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
New Order,
Nas,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.