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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.