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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.