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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.