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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.