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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.