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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Can,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.