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 Nigeria 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.