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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.