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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.