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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.