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 Ireland 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Television,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
PIL,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.