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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.