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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.