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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.