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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.