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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Magma,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.