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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.