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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.