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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.