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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.