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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.