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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.