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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.