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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.