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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.