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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.