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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Josef K,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.