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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.