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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.