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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.