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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.