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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.