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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.