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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.