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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.