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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.