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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.