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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
UT,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.