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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.