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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Pole,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.