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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.