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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.