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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.