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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.