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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.