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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.