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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.