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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Sound,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.