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 Iran and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.