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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.