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 Russia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.