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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
June Days,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.