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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.