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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.