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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.