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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sound,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.