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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Lalann,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.