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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.