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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.