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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Smog,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.