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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Rakim,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Cameo,
X-102,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.