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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Organ,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.