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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.