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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The Names,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.