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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.