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 Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Franke,
John Holt,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.