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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.