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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.