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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Magma,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.