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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mars,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.