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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
UT,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.