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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.