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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.