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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.