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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.