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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.