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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.