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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.