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 Chile 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.