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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.