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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
cv313,
Magma,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.