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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Pagans,
Oneida,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.