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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Victims,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.