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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.