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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Japan,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.