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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.