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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.