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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.