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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.