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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.