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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Television,
Deakin,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.