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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.