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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.