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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.