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 Albania 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.