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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Erasure 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.