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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.