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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.