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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.