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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.