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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.