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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.