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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Index,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.