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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.