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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.