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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.