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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.