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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.