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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Inner City 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.