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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Selecter,
Cameo,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.