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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.