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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.