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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.