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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Barracudas,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
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