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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.