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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.