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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.