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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.