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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.