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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.