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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.