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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Magazine,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.