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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.