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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.