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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.