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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.