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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.