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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.