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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.