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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.