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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.