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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.