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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
UT,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.