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 France and from Shanghai.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.