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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.