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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.