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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.