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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.