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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.