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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.