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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Cymande,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.