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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.