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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.