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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.