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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
UT,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.