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 China and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's 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.