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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.