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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.