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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.