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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.