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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.