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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.