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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.