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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gong,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.