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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.