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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.