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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.