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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.