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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.