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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.