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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.