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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.