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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
UT,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.