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 Ireland and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Evens,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.