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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.