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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.