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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.