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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
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.