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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.