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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
ABC,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.