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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.