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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.