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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The Names,
Whodini,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.