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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.