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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.