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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Offenders 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.