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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.