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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.