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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.