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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Aswad,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.