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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.