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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.