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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.