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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
UT,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.