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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.