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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.