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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.