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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.