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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.