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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.