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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.