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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.