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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.