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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.