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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.