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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.