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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.