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 Thailand and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Japan,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.