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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.