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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1969 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
X-102,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.