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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.