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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.