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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.