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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Technova,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.