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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.