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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
PIL,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.