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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.