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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.