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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.