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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.