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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.