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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Index,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.