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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.