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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
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.