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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.