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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.