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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.