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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.