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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.