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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.