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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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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.