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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.