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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
UT,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.