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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.