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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
June Days,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.