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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.