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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.