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 Jordan and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.