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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.