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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.