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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.