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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Ra to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
ABC,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.