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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Suicide,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.