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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.