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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.