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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.