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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.