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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Whodini,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.