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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.