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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.