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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.