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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Ten City,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.