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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.