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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.