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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.