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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.