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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.