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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.