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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.