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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.