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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.