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 Laos 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Kayak,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.