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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.