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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
UT,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.