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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.