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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Can,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.