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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.