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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.