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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.