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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.