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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.