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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.