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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
a-ha,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.