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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.