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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.