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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.