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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
PIL,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.