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 Burundi 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.