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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.