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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.