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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Inner City,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Crime,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.