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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
MDC,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.