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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
PIL,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.