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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Remains 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.