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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.