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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.