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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.