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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Fear,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.