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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Aswad,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.