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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.