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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.