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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.