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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.