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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.