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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.