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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.