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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.