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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.