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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.