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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.