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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.