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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.