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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.