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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.