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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.