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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.