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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.