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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.