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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.