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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.