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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.