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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Organ,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.