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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.