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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.