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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.