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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.