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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.