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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.