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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Magma,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.