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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.