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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Index,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.