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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.