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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Pole,
John Holt,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.