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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.