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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.