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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.