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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.