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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.