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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Main Source,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.