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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.