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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.