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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.