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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.