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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.