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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slits to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.