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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.