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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.