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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.