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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.