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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.