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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.