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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.