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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.