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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.