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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.