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 Poland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index, Index, Index, 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.