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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.