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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Smog,
Rakim,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.