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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.