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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.