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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.