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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.