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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Franke,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.