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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.