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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.