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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.