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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.