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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
10cc,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.