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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.