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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Suicide,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.