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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.