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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.