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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Yaz,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.