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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.