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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.