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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.