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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.