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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.