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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.