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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.