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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.