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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.