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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Index,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.