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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.