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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.