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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.