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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.