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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.