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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.