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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.