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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Crime,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.