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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.