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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
UT,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.