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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.