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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.