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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.