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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.