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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
UT,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.