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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.