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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.