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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.