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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.