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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.