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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
JFA,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.