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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Names,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.