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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Ludus,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.