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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.