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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.