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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.