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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.