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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.