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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Franke,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.