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 Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.