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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Franke,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.