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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.