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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.