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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.