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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Rakim,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.