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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.