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 Chad 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 June Days to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.