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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.