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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.