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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Magma,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.