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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.