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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.