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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.