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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.