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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.