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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.