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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.