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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.