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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.