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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.