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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.