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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.