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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Faust,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.