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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.