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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.