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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.