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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.