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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.