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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Moebius,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.