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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.