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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.