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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Index,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.