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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.