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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Index,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.