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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.