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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.