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 France and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Gong,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.