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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.