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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
X-102,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.