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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.