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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Q65,
Skriet,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.