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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.