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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Move,
MC5,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.