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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.