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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
CMW,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.