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 Belgium 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.