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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.