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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.