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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.