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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.