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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.