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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.