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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.