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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.