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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.