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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.