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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.