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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.