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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.