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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.