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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.