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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Sound,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.