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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.