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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.