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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.