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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.