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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.