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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Little Man,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.