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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.