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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.