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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Ossler,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.