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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.