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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.