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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.