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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.