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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.