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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.