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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.