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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.