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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.