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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.