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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.