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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
10cc,
Urselle,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.