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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.