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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Human League 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.