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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.