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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.