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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.