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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.