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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.