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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.