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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.