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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.