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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Nico,
The Standells,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.