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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.