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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.