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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.