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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.