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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.