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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.