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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.