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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.