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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Nico,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.