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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.