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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.