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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.