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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Crime,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.