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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
AZ,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.