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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.