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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.