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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.