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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Echospace,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.