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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.