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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.